Supernatural Predation (M/F, gore, blood, furry)

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Supernatural Predation (M/F, gore, blood, furry)

Postby zarpaulus » Wed Nov 11, 2015 11:50 pm

The rabbit felt a thrill pass over her as she followed her immortal lover up the stairs to his apartment. She had spent her teenage years reading all sorts of romance novels about vampires, ghouls, and ferals, now she had the chance to live one. The handsomely built fox in front of her reached the door and opened it, motioning for her to follow.
So gentlemanly, she thought as she entered the room. It was just as she'd expected, thick curtains drawn to ward off the sunlight, walls painted black, no lights, of course he wouldn't need them. Though she was disappointed in the lack of fake skulls and cobwebs that adorned her own room back at her parents' house. She supposed that maybe the dead lost their mystique once one joined their ranks.
"Are you ready now?" He said as he opened another door, a bedroom she thought, a windowless cubical room with barely enough room for a queen-size bed and a nightstand on which stood a large white candle, which he lit.
"Yes!" She replied, her enthusiasm showing in her voice and facial expression. "Ever since I read Gloaming I have been ready for this!" The rabbit lept onto the bed and squirmed, trying to slip out of her black-and-red dress. The fox helped, gently pulling her arms out of the straps that held the dress up and pulling it down across her still-growing teenage breasts. As he did this, he started to change slightly, his lips and gums receded and his teeth seemed to lengthen, his fingers became gaunt and his claws grew an inch longer. But he caught himself and willed them to revert before she noticed, still caught in the rapture of the moment. The dress came down to her belly, still showing a bit of juvenile pudge that no doubt earned her ridicule at school, though he found her all the more enticing for it. Finally she stood to remove the last bit of clothing from around her hips and legs, she wasn't wearing panties, presumably in anticipation of this night. His fingers paused at the start of her unshaved pubic fluff and she quivered at his touch. Then she sat back down and he flung her dress off her legs and to the far side of the room, and he began removing his own clothes.
The bunny stared in delight at his chiseled pectorals and tight abs as he unbuttoned his shirt and flung it away to the same corner as her dress. Her curiosity was drawn when he unbuckled his pants and drew them down, and she was disappointed to see that he was flaccid. She supposed the stories that said his kind could not circulate blood to the necessary areas were true, perhaps after he'd drunk some of her vital fluids he could perform.
"Take me," she said, turning her head to the side and exposing her throat. "I trust you." Grinning, and showing a bit more fang than usual, the fox got down on all fours on the bed and crawled slowly towards her, drinking in her anticipation. She leaned back as he climbed over her, grasping her back in one arm and bracing himself up with the other. And then, he bit.
With practiced precision, he pierced her jugular with two canines, then drew away as the blood welled at the holes. She gasped in pain but attempted to compose herself and resisted the temptation to run. When blood began to stream down her neck he lapped at it with his long flat tongue and she felt ecstasy at the rasping touch. He knew she'd probably die in a few minutes unless someone stopped the bleeding soon, but she either didn't know or didn't care, either one was fine for him. He continued to lap for a few more minutes, and she became paler and weaker in his arms, when her eyes started to flutter closed and she became limp he decided that he was safe enough for the main course.
Again the fox's face drew itself tight around his skull, his claws extended, and then his fangs grew to an impossible length. The dying rabbit in his grasp remained conscious long enough to take in the horrific visage of her lover and began to shriek in terror before he clamped his monstrous jaws down on her trachea and crushed it. Her species' characteristic "death shriek" became nothing more than a barely audible "eep" as she expired.
Looking into her glassy, lifeless eyes the vampire, or ghoul, there was no real difference between the two, dropped all pretenses of the game and tore away her shattered windpipe. He chewed, swallowed, and surveyed his work. Some blood still dripped from her shredded throat but not much, he wouldn't need to spend much effort cleaning the stain-resistant sheets this time. He considered, his needs had probably been satisfied by her blood, but mere liquid could not sate his more mundane hunger for long. And there was no pleasure like fresh meat for his kind. He drew a clawed finger across the right side of her belly, then dug through the layers of fat until he reached the prize he was after, her liver. Reaching in with both hands he grabbed and pulled the organ out with surgeon's precision. He examined the liver by candlelight, a few fatty streaks indicated she'd been drinking a bit much for her age, and he'd tasted some alcohol in her blood already, but that made it all the more delectable. He bit into the organ still dripping with blood, savoring the flavor as he swallowed the chunks. All while the dead rabbit stared on, seeing nothing more for all eternity.
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A little preview of my current NaNo project. I haven't even titled it yet.
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